The Game, Eazy-E - Still Cruisin lyrics

What we always do about this time
Nah stop, damn, whoo-ee

1, 2, 3, and to the 4
Eazy muthafuckin' E with the
Chrome to your dome
Cruisin' in my 6-4 rag top
I got a lot of juice, a lot of fuckin' block
Now when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce and I'm clownin'
Keep the gat in my lap
'cause I'm fully strapped
For the car jackers
But no haps 'cause I pack a
Tech 9, plus a A-K 47
Send a one way ticket to
My hell or maybe heaven
Peep, nigga I don't sleep
Bury motherfuckas' in the concrete
You try to creep kind of slow in a Astro
But I peep you niggas out in my left window
So I blast and I blast 'till I blast no more
Yo, they call a motherfucker John Doe

Oh nigga E still cruisin'
Cruisin down the street in my 6-4
Oh nigga E still cruisin'
Cruisin down the street in my 6-4
Oh nigga E still cruisin'
Cruisin down the street in my 6-4
Oh nigga E still cruisin'
Cruisin down the street in my 6-4

1, 2, 3, and to the 4
Pumps in the trunk of that cherry red 6-4
I'm ridin' with the ghost of Eazy
Hop in the leany
He watchin' for demons, nigga if you try me
Then I'm cocking the nina
Begging Lucifer to give me reason
To have a hundred thou' cash
Brought down to the precinct
I'mma make bail money this rap
Shit is a monopoly
And I got property
That's get out of jail money
Nigga I came from poverty
Shootouts gangbanging and robberies
Car-jacking, snatch him out of his impala
Do that with or without the
(gun cocking) on the side of me
Hop out the ride and empty
The 4-5 into his body
I'm not to be fucked with
Whether I'm straight outta' Compton
Or straight outta' Cashville on
That Young Buck shit
Terrorizing Whookid 24/7
'Til one of you niggas put
Me with Eazy in heaven

Oh nigga E still cruisin'
Cruisin' down the street in my 6-4
Oh nigga E still cruisin'
Cruisin' down the street in my 6-4
Oh nigga E still cruisin'
Cruisin' down the street in my 6-4
Oh nigga E still cruisin'
Cruisin' down the street in my 6-4

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